Ha ha, children! You thought your deranged victorian governess was locked up for good in the attic. But I fashioned myself a rope out of the bottom portion of my erstwhile floorsweeping black dress and escaped in a howling blizzard (hence the hair) and here I am with a forhead and a smile tighter than ever.
Did anyone else hear a band strike up?
Or a midlifecrisis?
the outfit could have better survived with a different shoe, lighter lipstick and some bangs maybe?
Ha ha, children! You thought your deranged victorian governess was locked up for good in the attic. But I fashioned myself a rope out of the bottom portion of my erstwhile floorsweeping black dress and escaped in a howling blizzard (hence the hair) and here I am with a forhead and a smile tighter than ever.
I quite like the dress, she’s just too old for it.